The people in Linlang Pavilion gradually dispersed, and the farce was coming to an end.

Yin Buqi saw Jiang Niannian squatting on the ground crying out of breath, but his heart was calm as water about Zhao Anming's death.

Zhao Anming and Shen Yu actually have something in common.

They are all people who live in pain.

Their goodness and evil are not pure, so they suffer.

Yin Buqi held Jiang Niannian in his arms, his tone neither sympathetic nor merciful, "This is the path he chose himself. Everything goes round and round, and there is cause and effect in the world."

"I understand." Jiang Niannian rested her chin on his chest, wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, "But I just feel a little sad..."

Yin Buqi licked away the tears from Jiang Niannian's eyes tenderly and morbidly, and gently rubbed his cheek against her neck. With a strange and stubborn look between his eyebrows, he said softly, "Niannian's tears are very sweet."

Jiang Niannian's cheeks gradually became hot, and tears were still glistening in her eyes. She said, "Tears are all salty, how can they be sweet."

"It's sweet." Yin Buqi said stubbornly, staring at her, his red eyes shining with the deep fear of a wolf dog: "I can no longer shed tears for others. Everything I want to miss belongs to me."

Jiang Niannian was silent for a moment.

The fingers holding her suddenly exerted force, and Jiang Niannian cried out in pain: "Ah!"

There seemed to be a damp and chilly mist spreading all around, and a chill rose up her back. She raised her head and saw that his face looked ugly, and she was horrified.

He held her hand tightly, causing a sharp pain in her bones.

She was a little flustered, but she looked at him seriously, her voice soft and tender: "Everything I have is yours, let's go back to the inn, I'm a little tired."

When Yin Buqi heard her words, he seemed to be under a strange magic. His eyes shone with an extremely bright light, sparkling brightly.

The strength in his hands couldn't help but lighten. Under her gentle and sincere gaze, his heart almost exploded with joy.

The tip of her nose was red, and her lips were like tender flowers soaked in water. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her mouth, rubbing his face against hers fiercely. "Okay, I'll take Nian Nian back to rest."

She could only be nice to him, she could only smile at him, and he wanted all her emotions to be just for him.

He was hers, and she could only be his.

Even though he took her tenderly countless times, it still wasn't enough.

He wanted to imprison her.

But there was always a voice in his subconscious telling him: If you can't control the morbid love in your heart and just want to lock her tightly by your side, she will slip away from you again.

again……

Why again?

Something flashed through my mind.

He saw that he was covered in blood, his arms were full of broken bones, and there was not a single piece of healthy flesh.

The first thing he did was not to bandage the wound, but to stand in front of a golden cage.

His face was pale and he kept mumbling over and over again with a hoarse voice.

"Master, you are the only one left of my disciple. You cannot leave me. You are not allowed to leave. You cannot leave..."

"Don't give up?"

Yin Buqi came back to his senses: "Why am I..."

The scene just now was so real that he was a little dazed for a moment.

Jiang Niannian gently kneaded his cheeks with her fingers and looked at him worriedly: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Yin Buqi shook his head and smiled at her affectionately: "Let's go back."

"good."

After returning to the inn, Yin Buqi couldn't wait to close the door of the room, leaned over and kissed her lips, his spiritual energy turned into water and flowed, leaving only their lips and teeth, and their blood blending together.

Jiang Niannian felt the aura of Yin Buqi all over her body.

The black hair is flowing and scattered, soft and fragrant, misty and intoxicating.

The tail behind it appeared again, shaking unconsciously.

Very soft.

"Nian Nian, do you still remember when you enjoyed yourself under me last night..." Yin Buqi's eyes were dim, and his slender fingers stroked her lips, tracing and drawing, "How did you agree to me?"

My fingertips were slightly cool, and when they rubbed my skin, there was a slight pain.

Jiang Niannian felt for some reason that the feeling Yin Buqi gave people now was a little difficult to describe.

Somewhat dangerous.

Jiang Niannian swallowed hard and said, "Forget about everyone else and only think about you..."

Yin Buqi slid his hand down and pulled open her clothes. A dark red leash was hanging on her delicate and white collarbone.

He slowly pulled the rope down, revealing the soft white flesh.

"But Nian Nian cried for another man today." Yin Buqi remained calm and said in a low voice: "Nian Nian, do you think this is right?"

Jiang Niannian actually thought there was nothing wrong.

But she felt that this was not the answer Yin Buqi wanted, so she shook her head hesitantly.

Yin Buqi immediately pushed her against the wall, kissed her from the neck down, bit along the clavicle, and sucked out a large red mark.

"Nian Nian is hesitant." Yin Buqi said in a hoarse voice: "It seems that I didn't work hard enough last night..."

As he spoke, he kissed her neck, and his warm breath hit her, causing Jiang Niannian to tremble violently and shout incoherently: "I won't give up... I won't give up..."

"Hey, what will happen to the Zhao family's huge fortune if Zhao Anming dies?"

"Who knows? He is the only child. Even if he dies, there will be no offspring to inherit the family."

"If the family property were put together, it would probably be enough to buy several palaces!"

"You are still too narrow-minded. In my opinion, it's more than that!"

Jiang Niannian was startled and struggled to push Yin Buqi away: "There is someone outside the door..."

"I set up a barrier."

"No, not here... Don't give up!"

Yin Buqi carried her to the bed, and a tail swam across her waist, rubbing slowly against her neck, and her wrist was circled by the long plush tail.

Jiang Niannian lay on her back on the small couch, her clothes spread out, her eyes slightly closed, and her head tilted back.

The flickering candlelight flickered against her chest. Her soft hair nestled in the hollow of her shoulders, revealing a slender neck as white as snow.

"Nian Nian, you know what I want." Yin Buqi said, "I really want to marry you right now."

Jiang Niannian felt like a long time had passed, even the corners of her lips were kissed into a drunken red, and tears were falling.

He took care of every part, licking like a kitten, meticulously and aggressively, making people unable to help but indulge in it...